While the winds blow and blow (25th April 2025)

Photo by Sixteen Miles Out on Unsplash

Look how the winds tumbling across mountains dagger through my soul. And calm it.

Look at the leaves. They fight against the winds and water. Their fight, a music to me. I, a not so recluse now. Just another stone kept on the path of the winds. Just another fragile leaf waiting to merge into the earth.

Can you hear? Can you hear the wind stinging on my skin? The blow of winds through drainage systems and left over trees. The chirping of birds, all talking to each other, all in happy company. The soft quiet up gradation of my AI brain. My fingers tired from tapping. Explaining and explaining.

Why do we explain? I ask. Why do we walk on the mirage of words? Why can’t we just lie back and listen? Why can’t we just write?

While the winds blow and blow.